Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.